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Dawn Of Glory
Fantasy
They had her surrender and snarled at her with their sharp, long teeth. She knew she was doomed. She has finally met her end. Even if everybody forgives her and lets her go, Delta Logan won’t support them. He is dangerous.
She examined her surroundings, her eyes wondering for a way out. However, it was a dead end. They were in the middle of a jungle. The only thing she could hope for was an unexpected miracle.
Delta Logan strides forward, followed by Rebecca, and her witch friend, Rachael, while the rest of the lycans pack moves behind her.
Instantly, an idea crept into her head. Rachael is a witch. That means she was not fast like those lycans.
“You can do this,” she assured herself.
As Delta Logan dived at her, at the last minute, she stepped aside and the Delta collided with a tree instead. Before any one of them could react, she dived at Rachael, her elbow aiming straight for her teeth.
Before Rachael could blink, Joy’s elbow collided with her mouth and the force removed the front teeth in the process. She pushed her out of the way and then grabbed a tree branch she had seen earlier and used the force to propel her body on top of the tree.
Joy was sure of one thing, she couldn't outrun Delta Logan and the pack on dry ground. But she could do it on top of trees. Dan had taught her that. He had been training her for a day like this.
She swung her body on top of another tree, and then swivelled her body midair, did bar hop skills, and grabbed another branch.
She could hear the rustling of leaves behind her which suggested that they were now chasing her. Yet, she did not panic. She has been in this wood many times without number, and she knew her way better than them.
After jumping for what seemed like forever, she could see the exit of the woods. It was a few metres ahead of her, and that made her double her effort. She was sure that Dan would be waiting for her at the exit of the woods.
She was ten yards away from the exit when Joy felt her body hitting an invisible shield. Without being told, she knew it was Rachael who cast that invisible shield.
As she collided with the shield, Joy felt something she hadn’t felt before in her entire life. She felt herself getting stronger. It was like the invisible shield had just ignited something in her. However, she ignored it.
She came tumbling down, ten feet downward with her head coming first. Seeing this, she closes her eyes and braces herself for the impact.
Joy had expected her head to hit the earth. To her surprise, she docked with her feet. She couldn’t believe it. She opened her eyes, and they were now red.
“Impossible,” Delta Logan and the rest of the lycan pack yelled in shock. “Inform Lord Darius that the half-breed is alive." Delta Logan yelled at the pack.
Unfortunately, it was too late. Before any one of them could blink, she had already brought down the heads of three lycans.
She was faster than anything they had ever seen. She’s indeed a ruthless half-breed. They had just brought doom to the middle land. The half-breed is back. Once Banished
Adventure After the death of Alpha Rey Reed Smith, he opened his eyes, only to find himself in another realm; the realm of the ancient gods.
Rey Reed Smith opened his eyes and found himself on the salt sea shore with no memories of his past life, where he came from, or where he was going.
However, he was lucky to be adopted by two brothers, Garry and Gaius.
As Rey started seeking a way to recover his lost memories, he was caught in the affairs of the middle land. He discovered that everyone in the middle land was suffering from the curse of their first Alpha. Slowly, the curse started generating, affecting the two brothers that helped Rey on the beach, leaving Rey no choice but to help his friends.
When Rey was deeply engrossed trying to break the curse, he discovered that it might be the key for him to return to his realm.
But with the multiple trouble from Sebastian, the dark Alpha of the middle land, and Dylan, a distant cousin of Xavier Knoll who is back to avenge his brother’s death and unleash the wrath of Xavier on the people, Rey might find himself biting more than he can chew.
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Kattie Eaton The bitter wind howled, a physical assault as I clung to the side of the mountain. Every breath burned, a painful reminder of the treacherous climb.
Just yards away, my husband, Ethan, knelt beside Sarah, his childhood sweetheart, his voice a low, soothing murmur that reached her but not me.
"Ethan!" I screamed, my voice raw and thin, "I' m hurt! My ankle…and my stomach…"
He turned, his face a mask of irritation, a cold dismissal in his eyes as he snapped, "Stop being so dramatic, Chloe. Sarah is fragile. You' re strong enough."
I fell to my knees in the deep snow, the pain in my abdomen intensifying. "Ethan, the baby! Our baby!" I cried out, the words tearing from my throat.
He froze for a second, a flicker of something in his eyes before Sarah whimpered, and his expression hardened. He thought I was lying, trying to manipulate him.
He pried my numb fingers from his pant leg, his touch rough, then shoved me. My head hit the jagged rock, the world exploding in white-hot pain.
My last clear sight was of Ethan scooping Sarah into his arms, turning his back, and walking away, leaving me bleeding and broken in the storm.
I tried to call out again, to scream about the ultrasound in my wallet, the one I was going to show him, but he barely paused as Sarah whispered something to him, pointing back at me with a dismissive gesture.
He walked on, his pace quickening, a shrinking dark spot in a world of white. That was the moment I knew.
I wasn' t just abandoned; I was erased.
My body was found, and the truth of my pregnancy was revealed, shattering his meticulously crafted lies. His career, his reputation, everything crumbled.
Then, he learned Sarah's vile secret: she had known I was dying and had deliberately made sure I couldn't be found. The monstrous truth ignited a primal rage in him.
He found her, his wife's killer, and exacted a brutal, watery vengeance without a single moment of pity. He left her drowned, just as he had left me to freeze. He survived, living with the ghost of his actions until my father, with a quiet, terrifying resolve, finally delivered his own brand of justice.
My father trapped him, just like I was, in a concrete pit.
I watched, a detached soul, as he descended into the earned darkness, his screams echoing. He would not follow me.
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Sheelagh Sexton The sound of the front door opening was a nightmare come true-my younger sister, Emily, stood there, not alone, but holding a baby in a cheap pink blanket.
"Surprise! Meet Leo. He' s the newest addition to the Miller family legacy," she announced, her voice sickeningly carefree, echoing the very words that had derailed my life in a past I' d already lived.
My blood ran cold; this exact moment, this casual act of irresponsibility, had led directly to my death before.
My parents, blinded by affection, embraced the child and Emily' s monstrous lie, turning their backs on my desperate pleas for reason.
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udohy He took her body, her trust, and her heart-but tonight, she takes his life.
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Only a fish can know how deep the ocean is. Only a bird can know how high the sky is. Only a polar bear can know how cold the Arctic is. Only the betrayed can know how much betrayal hurts.
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Gonzalo's eyes flew open, wild and disbelieving. A snarl twisted his lips, but no words came-only a strangled gasp as his lungs filled with blood. His hands grasped at her wrists, strength faltering, the power that once ruled pack and land draining with every beat of his dying heart.
His bones cracked softly beneath his skin, shifting, as though the wolf inside him was fighting to rise one last time.
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My Sweet Super Wife My hands, once horrifically scarred, were healed by a cosmic bargain: save one struggling soul, Ethan Hayes, in another reality.
For eight years, I poured my life into his, turning a broken man with crushing debt into a tech titan. We built an empire, married, and for a time, I truly loved him, believing our future was forged in shared dreams.
But then, the architect of his redemption became the victim of his betrayal.
His intern, Chloe Vance, slid into our lives and straight into his bed.
Three years of his gaslighting, hidden affairs that became blatant, and the grinding neglect slowly extinguished the vibrant woman I once was.
The final, brutal blow came when Chloe, smugly pregnant, revealed Ethan had "gifted" her our vineyard estate-my home.
My heart, once shattered, had simply turned to ash.
I meticulously liquidated a fortune I' d fought to earn, preparing for an escape he' d facilitated with every lie and condescending guilt-gift.
He bought me diamond necklaces while Chloe flaunted her presence in our penthouse.
On my birthday, he cornered me, enraged, accusing me of threatening his new family, blind to the fact that his actions had already killed everything between us.
He was a stranger, a ghost clinging to a broken past.
I was long past anger, past pain-only a chilling resolve remained.
How could he not see? How could he not understand that the woman who healed him had been destroyed by him?
So, as he lunged forward, his face contorted with a fury born of his own making, I didn't resist.
Instead, I calmly whispered, "Happy birthday to me." And then, with a resolute step onto nothingness, I embraced my "death," not as an end, but as a long-overdue return to the life and self I was always meant to be. 
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